He stood at the foot of my bed, looking at his grandson with tears in his eyes. Then he pulled a chair closer and took my hand.
“It’s time for you to know the truth,” he said.
Something in his voice made my stomach tighten.
“Your husband is the most disgusting person on Earth to me,” he continued, his voice shaking with controlled anger. “I want you to divorce him right now. We’ll help you with the baby.”
I blinked at him, confused. “But… you said you cheated on Mom. You said I should stay.”
He released a long, weary sigh. His shoulders looked heavier than I had ever seen them.
“I never cheated on your mom,” he said quietly.
My heart skipped.
“I lied.”
The room felt completely still.
“I didn’t want you dealing with a divorce, court hearings, screaming arguments — not while you were pregnant. Stress like that can harm both you and the baby. I was terrified something would happen. So I said what I had to say to keep you calm. To buy time.”
I stared at him, searching his face for any sign of doubt. There was none. Only exhaustion. And deep, protective love.
“I would never betray your mother,” he added softly. “And I would never betray you. But I was willing to let you believe something ugly about me if it meant protecting you.”
Tears slid down my cheeks again — but this time they felt different
